Chapter 148: Can you hear me?
“I want to try.” Qiao Sang looked at her aunt and said firmly.
Although the task issuer may be a relatively difficult person to deal with, her intention in accepting the task itself is to exercise the abilities of her pet beasts, and the status of the task issuer is not within her scope of consideration.
Auntie shook her head secretly and did not say anything more to dissuade her.
She pointed to the right side with her finger: "It's the innermost room. You can go there, and I won't follow you in."
After a moment of silence, she picked up a photo from the bedside and handed it over. Qiao Sang took it and looked at it. The photo showed a girl wearing a floral skirt and smiling with two dimples.
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The aunt who had been staying in the living room came over and stared at Qiao Sang for a while and said in a low voice: "I think you should change the task."
The old lady looked over with sharp eyes: "She later went to the Lianqi area with her parents. What are you thinking?"
Qiao Sang felt a tremble in his heart. His granddaughter was gone? !
Task publishers are quite difficult to deal with...
At that time, the old lady will say with her own words that this is herself.
But even so, this aunt should be facing her employer for no special reason.
After the old lady hung up the phone, Qiao Sang hesitated and asked, "Is it your granddaughter calling?"
The blue lamp-shaped pet beast held in his arms is the ghost-sucking lantern.
She is a girl, and her voice sounds similar to the girl in the photo.
Auntie was stunned for a moment: "How is that possible?"
If it was because of the old lady's weird temper, she remembered that she had already expressed that she didn't care at the beginning.
During the conversation with the old lady just now, she also found out that this aunt was paid by the old lady's son to take care of her, and she had no relationship.
Qiao Sang felt that it was necessary to lighten the atmosphere, so he said, "The girl in this photo is really pretty. I wonder who she is?"
Coupled with the ghost-sucking lantern she is holding, it is not difficult to deduce that the girl in the photo is the old lady.
“Yes, it's a treasure-hunting ghost.” Qiao Sang came to the bedside and replied.
The old lady's room was at the very end, at a certain distance from the living room. The aunt's voice was still a low volume. The door was initially ajar, but the gap left was negligible.
It is obviously a hot summer day, but there is a damp and cold feeling in the room.
The old lady only handed over the photo without speaking.
Meanwhile, the old lady lay down on the bed and covered herself with the quilt from head to toe.
This word means...
She wants to change tasks...
Then he pretended to be surprised and praised a few words, which made the old lady's inner satisfaction reach its peak. Are you afraid that she won't get a good review in the end?
Half lying on the bedside by the window was an old lady with silver hair, high cheekbones and wrinkles on her face.
ˈ˜Qiao Sang: “…”
"Hey, Nannan...I drank the medicine, grandma is fine..."
Before Qiao Sang introduced himself, the old lady asked: "Do you have a ghost beast?"
Qiao Sang walked out of the room and came to the door to put on his shoes.
Qiao Sang suddenly felt that something was wrong.
The subsequent conversation went smoothly.
But she didn't hear a bit of their conversation, which was enough to show that the sound insulation effect was pretty good...
But why could the old lady hear clearly even though she couldn't hear her clearly at the same distance?
Qiao Sang took a deep breath and asked slowly: "Tell me, can the old lady hear what we are saying now in her room?"
is the old lady's phone number.
Her eyes were very sharp, and she looked like an old person with a bad temper.
As if to prove his existence, the little treasure hunter ghost appeared on Qiao Sang's head and shouted.
She pretended not to know who the person in the photo was. The old lady would definitely feel happy when she heard the compliments. Women, even when they are old, still want to hear others praise her for her beauty.
“This is my granddaughter.”
Two hundred five. Two hundred and thirty-four. One hundred and forty-six. Seventy-five
But as a person, there must be great changes between when you are young and when you are old.
"one."
The old lady looked at the sudden appearance of the little treasure hunter and was distracted for a moment. She didn't know what she was thinking of.
Although her room smells like medicine,...
I don't know if it's because the old lady contracted a ghost beast. During the conversation, the little treasure hunter ghost kept floating next to the old lady, as if it felt something attracted it.
"good."
Normally, the photos submitted at this time are of the person concerned.
Qiao Sang came to the door of the designated room.
ˈ˜Qiao Sang: “???”
I knocked again, but still no one spoke.
ˈ˜Qiao Sang: “…”
The ringing of a bell pulled Qiao Sang out of his thoughts.
etc…
Qiao Sang was silent. After two seconds, she asked: "Then what did you mean when you started saying that your granddaughter is gone?"
Why don't you follow the normal plot?
“Last month my granddaughter went out to play with the ghost-sucking lantern, and she never came back.” The old lady paused and suddenly became sad: “Now that my granddaughter is gone, so is the ghost-sucking lantern.”
And his eyes are very sharp, and he can't tell that his days are numbered.
Although the girl in the photo smiles so sweetly, she doesn't look as difficult as the old lady does now.
Pushing the door open and walking in, a strong and unpleasant smell of medicine hit your nostrils, mixed with a special smell of an old man.
Auntie turned her head and looked at the back room, and her voice lowered by another level: "Old lady, you don't have much time. By the time you find the ghost lamp, it will be of no use. I think you are still young, so I want to give you a heads up."
It is understandable that the ghost-sucking lantern cannot be found after being far away. It is a ghost-type pet, and its whereabouts are inherently strange. But if a person disappears and cannot be found, it is not an ordinary missing incident.
Qiao Sang silently praised his wit.
When she first came, the aunt went inside to check with the old lady to confirm her identity.
“May I take the liberty of asking how many granddaughters you have?”
Because the room was extremely quiet, Qiao Sang could vaguely hear the voice coming from the other end of the phone.
The door was ajar. Out of politeness, she knocked on the door, but there was no response.
After all, social surveillance is everywhere now, and people cannot become invisible, so how can they disappear in the same place alive? Could it be that...
Qiao Sang raised his head and asked in confusion: "Why?"
How can a dying old man hear so well?
"Um."
The old lady snorted coldly and said: "A bunch of useless guys, if there are clues, why would I issue a mission?"
Knock again.
"Are you annoyed? The door is not closed. I told you it was the innermost room, but I still kept knocking for a long time." A strong voice came from the room.
Qiao Sang was a little stunned. Although the old lady looked very old, she spoke with great vigor and seemed to be in good spirits.
Besides, what the old lady said when she knocked on the door at the beginning was obviously because she heard the conversation between the aunt and her in the living room.
She considered it slowly and asked softly: "Did the police get any clues later?"
In order to ensure the privacy of both parties, the Animal Control Center will not disclose the specific information of both parties.
"The lamp stand on the right side of my ghost lamp is missing a section. It saved me from breaking it when I was 28 years old. There is also a red fingernail-sized mark on its head, which I used for it when I was young. Leftovers from inferior dyeing paste, and..."
A faint voice came from inside.
“You think I can hear everything I think…”
(End of this chapter)
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